It is brutal. My father passed away early this morning but it is a relief at this point. He stopped eating and drinking, it is inhumane to let something die that way but there was no choice. My nephew tried to feed him yesterday and he refused. He drifted in and out of consciousness most of the visit and when my nephew said he had to go home, my Dad opened his eyes, grabbed his arms and said "dead". He was ready.I hate dementia with EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING.
And some fibers I don't have.
First you lose them mentally, and then you have all the physical issues. It's like dying twice. And not a thing you can do about it.
RIP Dad